I Am a Magic Sword

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The competition on the competition platform soon became a tug of war.

Lan Jiu dodges around with agile body, he just hides all the seventeen violent attacks, and occasionally excites the seventeen with a few words.

What the discerning person sees is that if the delay continues, the situation will become more and more unfavorable to the 17th.

The two are of equal strength. Of course, the first to fall is of course the seventeen who have been attacking constantly.

Chen Hao always feels that Seventeen is like the brainless boss who used to play high-defense and high-defense in the previous web games.

"You will be dragged to death if you go on like this!"

"Master Jianling, I still want to try it."

"It's up to you!" Chen Hao ignored it.

He couldn't die anyway.

In addition to the commander Hu commanding to watch the battle, there are also four fighters at the peak of Qihai Realm who are ready to rescue at any time under the competition.

Soon after, the frequency of 17 attacks slowed down significantly.

Lan Jiu did not try to dodge any more, but focused his attention on XVII. He was looking for opportunities.

Under the stage of the competition, Hu Tongling bowed his head and stopped looking at the competition between the two young men. He was somewhat disappointed with the seventeen.

In the view of this veteran of battlefield battles, a good warrior not only needs talent, but also needs a mind... Seventeen did not cultivate the body method, in his view, it is the biggest problem!

But at this moment, Hu Tongling heard the cry of the youngsters. He raised his head and saw seventeen standing on the spot, placing the epee on Lan Jiu's neck.

Lan Jiu's narrow sword fell weakly on the ground, and he said annoyedly: "The unexpected sword can also be so fast, I feel faster than me!"

"Huh!" Seventeen looked pale, but he nodded seriously and asked, "Did you not find it? My sword is not only fast, but also stable!"

"whispering sound!"

Lan Jiu turned and stepped down.

He actually wanted to say "Yuck" even more!

But the sword just shocked him too much.

He didn’t want to offend too much, in case he slipped his hands next time?

The situation suddenly reversed, and a group of teenagers could not accept it.

"Did you see clearly just now? Seventeen that sword!"

"It doesn't seem to be clear, it seems to be clear again!"

"Isn't that nonsense?"

"It will be soon!"

"That sword is not only fast! It is also very stable!"

"You see it?"

"No, didn't you hear what the seventeen said?"

"I bother!"

Chen Hao knew very well the moves made by the 17th move. After all, that move was too familiar!

The entry level beheading swordsmanship is very different from Fu Yuanming himself, but it is enough to deal with a group of young martial artists in a condensed atmosphere.

And Chen Hao also found that after using the trick on the 17th, his face was pale, as if his spirit was a little weak. The decapitating sword technique is not like ordinary martial arts that only consumes true energy, it also consumes the mind. The 17th trick is more laborious.

Lan Qijiu stood under the stage, his eyes on Xizong's body for a long time.

In his mind, he kept thinking about the stunning sword of the seventeenth, just wondering if he was in the position of Lan Jiu, if he could hide, the result might be!

A group of teenagers did not continue to discuss the sword of the seventeen, because the others were going to play.

Bidou continued. After meeting Lan Jiu, 17 had good luck, and he never encountered the same mastery as Lan Jiu.

Seventeen relied on the violent Epee swordsmanship to keep several strengths comparable to him. The teenager with ordinary skills forced him to the corner of the ring, and then ate them hard.

Unconsciously, Seventeen actually persisted to the final decisive battle.

Hu Tongling looked at Seventeen Ruoxi thoughtfully, and then said to the warrior next to him, "The seventeenth century has also made great progress in the past few days. His epee swordsmanship has reached the level of light weight. If the master knows, I am afraid it will be very happy!"

"Hu Commander, is Seventeen really so powerful?" The warrior beside Hu Commander is named Ren Xiaojun. He is also a soldier retired from the battlefield. He was arranged here by the Lan family to assist him in managing and caring for the gang. juvenile.

"If you look closely, you will know that the Epee is very smooth in his hand, just like the thin sword. The switch between the sword moves is as smooth as possible, and the sword is faster!"

"This subordinate did not find it!"

Hu Tongling said with a smile: "That's not paying attention!"

Looking at the blue seven nine in front of him, seventeen's expression was eager to try.

Lan Qiujiu said, "We didn't expect the last game to be played by us!"

"I have better luck today!" Seventeen said with some excitement. "You need to take care of yourself when you leave here!"

"Don't be pretentious, your progress is great. If you practice another body method, after I leave, you are the first!" Lan Qiujiu directly ignored the latter sentence.

"Well! When I cultivate the "War Sword Juice" to completion, I will go and command an adult to get a body method!"

Lan Qijiu nodded, looking at the Epee in his hand and said, "Your sword skill is stronger than mine, that Epee looks good!"

The blood-red ring pattern on the epee sword is very conspicuous.

"I feel this way too!" Seventeen serious faces squeezed out a rare smile, "This sword is named Red Blood Epee. It is a generation of master swordsmiths who used the extraterrestrial meteorite to exhaust his life energy. Five feet nine, with a net weight of 200 kg."

Lan Qijiu raised the sword in his hand: "This sword is called Qiushui..."

Then stunned!

"Don't talk nonsense! Let's fight!"

"it is good!"

The two rushed towards each other at the same time, and the two swords collided together, bursting into a fierce spark.

A great force passed from the sword, and Lan Qijiu involuntarily took two steps back.

The young men under the contest said: "The seventeenth time forced Lan Qijiu back, and I thought Lan Qiujiu could become a martial arts fighter against Qihai!"

Lan Jiu said in the crowd: "We don't know the strength of the seventeen here? The fool compares his strength!"

"That is, the master adults say that seventeen is born with divine power, which is best for fighting on the battlefield!"

"In this kind of second-hand goods, he can't escape, he can't catch up anyway!"

"..."

Lan Qijiu began to wrestle, no longer confronted with the seventeen, and the seventeen soon fell off.

"Why don't you have to deal with Lan Jiu just now, I want to try it!"

Seventeen smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I can't use it for the time being. That sword needs a lot of mind. It was unintentionally explored by me recently. It is very unskilled and not perfect enough."

"It's a pity!" Lan Qijiu looked at XVII with some envy.

He envied the talent of seventeen.

As a result of the competition, seventeen mad attacks and more than seventy moves were fruitless, and they simply conceded defeat.

"I hope I can teach you your sword skills next time."

"Can you not hide?"

Lan Qijiu replied: "Impossible!"

Holding the five condensed gas pill of the second place, he returned to the room and continued to explore the swordsmanship.

His next task is to cut the candle in his hand.

Seventeen put the candle in the palm of your hand, holding the epee in the right hand and pointing at the left hand.

Looking at the expression of hesitating whether to start directly, Chen Haosheng was afraid that he would cut his left hand and quickly reminded: "You can put the candle on the tofu!"